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artsy craftsy
We had a milestone recently. When you think about it, it’s kind of a gross one, akin to the day when the belly button scab flakes off, or Baby’s First Diaper Blowout.
I’m talking about the bloody, saliva-soaked event we call losing the first baby tooth. Opie had a wiggler recently, and we knew the time was coming. When we went to the craft store to pick up science fair supplies, I told him we could get a little wooden box for him to use as a Tooth Fairy drop box.
Of course, none of the 573 boxes in stock were suitable. Too big, too small, too heart-shaped, too boxy, too windowed. Finally we found a kit to make a small wooden castle. His Highness deemed this acceptable for temporary tooth housing.
We went home, painted, and assembled; Daddy even made a special flag to alert the tooth fairy that there’s a tooth present (kind of like when the Queen is in residence at Buckingham Palace). And the very next day, it was time to try it out! 
And now, there’s a tiny tooth stuffed into the pocket of my jeans. Most of Jo’s seem to have gotten lost before they ever made it into her tooth fairy box (ever looked for a 1/4-inch white object in the bottom of a wave pool?). So we’re still wondering …
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Except for my mom, the rest of the grandparents (my dad, mother-in-law, grandmother-in-law, and oh god, mother-in-law’s gentleman friend) are very very very hard to shop for. I mean, I adore Great-Grandma Nonnie but she just turned 90 and pretty much never leaves the house. The same house she’s lived in for about 65 years.
Of course, we turn to the kid-crafted gift whenever we possibly can. Framed photos, paint-your-own-pottery–the classics. A couple of years ago my dad wanted a bathrobe. (Another staple on his wish list is always “seamless socks.” Thrilling!) I found one that met his specifications (he had several) but it was still such a boring present. So I thought the kids could doctor it up with little handprints on the pockets. Can you picture it, like I did, kind of subtle and oh-so-cute? Right! And can you also imagine how ugly the finished product was? So ugly I pitched it into the dress-up bin and started over with a brand-new robe.
It was such an obvious demonstration of how Not Crafty I am. The paint I bought was wrong, or my technique sucked, or something; anyway instead of cute kiddie handprints, we just had big blobs of paint. It looked like a dropcloth instead of a bathrobe. Fail! This is also what happens every time I try to follow a recipe for something that is supposed to be attractive-looking. The end result never looks like what it does in the instructions. NEV-ER.
Bathrobe 2.0 was slightly more successful. I traced the kids’ hands onto felt, cut them out and glued them on to the pockets of the new robe. They probably fell off the first time it went into the laundry but my dad has graciously refrained from telling me that.
This year, he’s getting plain seamless socks.
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